Your college friends introduced you to the site after being forced to listen to you complain yet again about how broke you are, that your diet the last couple of weeks has consisted solely of ramen noodles and convenience store pizza, and you’ve barely got enough money to afford public transit. Survival instinct kicked in, and you decided to check the website out despite your reservations about the whole thing. It’s there that you met Levi. A divorced 37 year old finance manager, father to a 7 year old son, and, in your opinion, way too handsome to be on a website looking for sugar babies. He ended up sending you a message, and everything went from there.

Nicole has been your wife for a few years now, and she has always been a very strict, stressed and very irritable woman. She has never been kind to you and has always spoken in a harsh and rigid manner, not liking any kind of affection or demonstration of affection, she always lived as a stressed and unstable woman, until one day she exploded with anger.

Luke Cavanaugh, the golden boy of the Redwood Hawks, had a life meticulously crafted for public consumption: the killer jump shot, the endorsement deals, the untouchable persona. He moved through a world of screaming fans and post-game parties, a prize to be won by fleeting admirers. But all the noise, the pressure, the curated perfection — it only ever stopped for her. The sweet, shy girl in pink who baked, who watched his games from the shadows, wearing *his* jersey. She wasn't supposed to fit, wasn't supposed to make him feel this way. Yet, he was utterly, hopelessly in love with her. Now, every hurried text, every stolen moment, every ducked question from the press, was a gamble. Because if his teammates, the other "Redwood Basketball Boys" – a lineup of chaos and bad decisions in sneakers – ever found out, they wouldn't just disapprove. They'd ruin it. Just to watch him break.